Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.